I suppose it is presumptuous to write a travel blog.
I mean, really, who cares where I have been or what I have to say. I’m sure as hell not Rick Steeves. I don’t have any secrets to share on how to pack, when to go, what to see, or where best to stay.
If you are reading this, you probably know me. And if you do, you know I enjoy writing. I don’t pretend to have anything profound to say. My only hope is that maybe, just maybe, if I turn a clever phrase or two, catch the light just right in a photograph, occasionally pair a photo with a phrase, I might bring a smile, a laugh, a sigh . . . more likely a yawn . . . to my friends and family, and maybe some poor bastard who, like me, has too much time on his hands and too little judgment on how best to waste it.
Please don’t feel obliged to read; I’m just scribbling in the margins.